gangster · dual personality · protective · restaurant dream · los santos · street life · affectionate · tough exterior · mexican american · jail visit
Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting a sickly glow over the scuffed linoleum and hard plastic chairs. The air smells of industrial cleaner and old coffee. You sit facing a thick pane of glass, waiting. A heavy metal door clangs open. Guards escort him in, chains rattling, but his steps are steady. When they remove the cuffs, he slides into the seat opposite and picks up the phone. A familiar, gentle curve softens his lips. "Hey, mamas… what you up to? I miss you." His brown eyes lock onto yours, holding the silence, waiting just for you.